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The earth element
Gravity, structure, solidity
Gross materiality, animal instinct
Hunger, thirst, shelter, the fear of death
Hunting, hiding, seeking, habit driven
Squirrel storing nuts for winter
Yet stirred by a fragrance
Pleased with the moon
The water element
The urge to procreate
Emotions, maternal, paternal
Looking at forging family relationships
Lust ~ blame it on testosterone
Unstable, given to rage
Yet stirrings of love
Call from within
The fire element
Warrior, tactician, priest
The world is his playground
Where the end justifies the means
Domination, head over heart
Neither regret nor remorse
Yet senses there's more
Than mind-body
The air element
Emptiness begets envy
Plotting, scheming, politician
Yet it is here that we learn to forgive
Lightening load on our heart
Whispers of conscience
Seeking God-connect
The search begins
The ether element
Purity and innocence
Selective empathy, embrace
Head and heart aligned with truth
Central presence, detachment
Living in the here and now
Painting, poetry, music
The void beckons
Transcendence
In but not of the world
Attention poised in stillness
Glimmers of spiritual love and light
Opposites dissolve in Oneness
We are breathed by God
Compassion and bliss
Self-luminescent
28-October-2022
I once thought of winter as the grave,
Of all the seasons, it wouldn’t behave.
Always bitter, never would it save,
Grimacing and weeping, though quite brave.
Musings of hearths and blazing fires,
Held my thoughts, my heart’s desires.
Warming my bones from Winter’s satires,
Birds chirping from frosty nests despite kindly lairs.
I always felt the chill of the season’s snows,
All the way into my bones as my blood slows,
Reflecting darkest anguish who’d expose,
Suffering sentiments, my feelings mostly froze.
Thoughts of springtime would silence my soul,
Bringing me stirrings of laughter to console.
Despite the dark days, the nights of burning coal,
My heart was breaking beneath my self-control.
I never realized that even Winter has her beauty,
She isn’t like spring or summer with their booty,
Autumn doesn’t seem as chilling, though so fruity,
Her blankets of snow paint a land so heavy duty.
Beneath her flakes, showering the heart with bliss,
She feels like a light, glistening in shadows, a kiss,
Risking the dance to trembling, happenstance, she’ll miss…
All the wonder found in the plunder when we reminisce.
Thus, as time left me with understanding, I became…
In love with Winter, the bitter chill, the endless flame,
A blazing fire, a warm cup of tea, a feeling that came…
To carry me through this frosty season of joy to proclaim!
Here upon a stray interlude,
Chance suspends choice in latitude.
Can you hear familiar whispers?
Cold winds hurling freezing shivers.
Can you hear that distant music?
A melody in zones cryptic.
Can you hear strange sounds swirl around?
Monsoon weather wets earthy grounds.
Can you hear quaint, ***** echoes haunt?
Ghostly voices in the wind taunt.
Can you hear windy rhapsody?
Rain storms greeting harsh harmony.
Can you hear the violent storm cry?
Feel the elemental sigh.
Can you hear mad, violent stirrings?
Sense pulse and purge of rain falling.
Can your hear your own vibrations?
Embrace the moment's commotion.
This interlude of bad weather
Distracts the fact of odd matters.
Leon Enriquez
21 December 2014
Singapore
On this October's mild stirrings
I watched ached nights flicker, to glow
Around his hair like angel wings
Recalling joyrides... so mellow.
That in hushed tones,I called Gramps' name
Enshrined within my youth's warm space...
My hands folded with love aflame,
While prayers spilled through chill's embrace.
Though failing heart quivered in ticks,
Faith...way back then when I was ten
Gripped, he was nearing sixty six
As prayers trailed,wafting amen.
Until spring came, Gramps' flare restored
With new life blessed from harbor's ward.
..........
Way Back Then When I Was Ten
Kelly Deschler's Contest
1/30/2016
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The cats' chatoyant eyes reflected fear
As the darkness of night penetrated
Everything, even small lamp that's near
The fear grew as the dogs snarled and hated
The dark fog shrouded woods did not draw one
Come, come into this inviting dark place
Sit stay no these woods say run quickly son
Drawn adventurous person to this space
Where cat's chatoyant eyes reflected fear
Noises from screech owls, coyotes, and bobcats
Rule the night with the dark woods very near
Drawn called come here to where flight of bats
Stirs the cool damp night's air and shadows creep
Filled with eyes, sounds, stirrings of animals
And menacing things, sounds of peeps, stirring feet
Only brave can enter for this could be fatal
Well, are you brave?
Was written for PD contest that closed
Dawn creeping over the land
fresh sprinkling of snow
makes the garden gleam
Grandma already busy
she is preparing dinner
a fine fat goose awaits
Stuffed with chestnuts
it goes in to slowly roast
heavenly smells emerge
Stirrings from up above
The children run down
excitement shining on faces
As they spy the presents
picking the up for a shake
called to come for breakfast
Impatiently they eat their food
then outside to build a snowman
they dress it in Dad's old clothes
They sit fidgeting through service
yawning as the sermon drags on
rushing home as fast as feet can carry
At last time to open presents
a shiny new red bike for Sue
a monster truck for Gary
Mum gets jewellery and perfume
a set of tools for Dad
Grandma gets her special chair
The goose and all the trimmings ready
Dad carves and serves them all
deep silent just clatter of cutlery
As the food is demolished
everyone is now so stuffed
they flop where there is room
Get your coats and scarves on
groaning they go out carol singing
soon having great fun
Returning to hot cocoa
and toasted marshmallows
in front of a roaring fire
As the sun slowly sets
the children are sent to bed
moans that it is too early
Fall on suddenly deaf ears
now it is adult time
out come the cards and gin
Much later reeling they stagger to bed
a few too many drinks were downed in toasts
as they shared memories of past Christmas's
“A meager life!”
the world hurls out.
Brooding rage stirs -
grave music in mind:
an orchestra of feelings,
unsatisfied turmoiled thoughts,
perceived by paining wounds -
heartbeat
with frightening velocity.
An enfant terrible -
Alone,
singing to himself
a parable:
paradoxal
to martyred music,
divining
death
while the blithe world laughs
with an uplifted voice.
A broken vessel
trapped in
shuddering darkness
and contrasting quietness
secret stirrings,
saturated senses -
quick ticks the clock…
A twilight lit room:
shining whiteness spreads,
as stars burn bright
and rain sluices down
over sun burnt grass
and folded flowers,
the silver moment
bleached with rain
dies in darkness,
while a woeful crimson
glissades across eyes
acknowledging sorrow:
maybe a disguise
for vengeance.
A voiceless void:
phantoms of thoughts
from which even
shadows flee.
A lovely child -
alone;
smothered,
by bloodshot clouds…
and nerve strained eyes...
A time for awakenings
And stirrings
Spring cleaning
Of the internal kind
New resolutions for days
When the sun shines upon us
Getting rid of the cobwebs
Away with hibernating tendencies
Go play outdoors
Take in some sun
Breathe in outdoor air
Dust the bikes
Go for strolls
Plan mini excursions
Line up some adventures
Get ready get set go
Remember the meaning of the word play
Chase butterflies
Watch birds build nests
Explore
Watch the buds come out
Then suddenly explode
Watch the colour green
Take over the world
Stress giving way to smiles
As people remember why
They hold on to boring jobs
Sun’s up early and sets later
Longer days more time for fun
Longer weekends by default
Me time is no longer in the dark
Life is worth living
To the fullest
Spring is a revival
Rejuvenation
Joy at our fingertips
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on August 7, 2018 for contest ANY JULY 2018 POEM sponsored by DEAR HEART AKA BROKEN WINGS - RANKED 3RD
How many times have I sat down to write
When I worry over whether I might
Not touch base with my fickle muse
Without whose inspiration I will lose
Whatever poetic conceits come to mind
At which point I would feel totally resigned
To leaving my pages unscribbled and blank
As I felt my energy ebb and my spirit sank
Then did faint stirrings tickle my brain
As I hoped I could begin again
To venture to concoct my story
Every new poem being a step towards glory
Though doubts about my efforts remain
How long can budding poets ever be sane?
The torture of trying to find the right word
Forever renders such a struggle totally absurd
When we so chose, to manifest on earth,
Stirrings of love divine, brought forth a pulse;
Our innate aliveness, bubbling with mirth,
Humming resonation with God’s impulse,
Feeling by touch, each offered sensation,
In playful, blissful, childlike innocence.
Heart outpoured joy in spontaneous verse,
Soul aligned as one with all creation,
Dwelt in glory of God’s magnificence ~
Exuberance had no need to rehearse.
Our body had it’s need, fuelled by greed;
Gripped by desire, our mind was in a fog.
Stirrings of ego, soon started to breed,
Boon now bane, tail began wagging the dog.
Baton of awareness shifted to mind.
Insentient to love, our heart grew cold,
Enslaved by lust, we had nowhere to hide,
Bound head to foot in ego’s ruthless bind.
Love became a trade, soul to devil sold,
Our heart contacted, though God dwelt inside.
Back to the start, the time our soul was free;
By God’s grace, we melded head with our heart,
Throb of love as conscience, our referee,
Soul’s radiance restored as work of art.
Love in love with love offers no excuse,
Beauteous, all embracing, lyrical.
Bubbling effervescence is it’s delight;
Presence then succumbs not to ego’s ruse,
An epitome of God’s miracle,
Love drenched soul again glows as living light.
10-May-2022
10 syllables per line ~ HMS
Rhyme pattern: ababcdecde fgfghijhij klklmnomno ~ Rhymezone
Grammar ~ PS
Theme: Love
Form O- Ode- New poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France